Feeling shitty, but treating myself well. A couple years ago I would have been making another pot of coffee and thinking about the IPA in the fridge.
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Today, I’m feeling the discomforts of a body struggling to find activity; another ugly, rainy sky; a son’s internal battle with a new love in my life; and the confusing chaos outside my door.
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It sucks, but I’m feeling it. No more self medication, no more self hate, and no more projection of pain into blame.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason